Conversation With Q

Q called me up looking for Autumn today. She wasn’t here, I guess she must have missed his call at her apartment. I don’t talk to Q often. There was an awkward silence for a moment and then he asked me, “How is she doing?”
“Autumn is sleeping alot. They told her after the operation she would feel extra tired for a while. I kind of like it because she is staying in bed late on weekend mornings with me for a change.”
Q said, “You know, it’s a noble thing she’s done. I just wish it wasn’t my daughter that did it.”
“Yeah. I wish it wasn’t my girlfriend that had done this, either.”

After Q said goodbye and hung up, I sat down on the edge of my bed and thought about everything that happened. Autumn was upset with me and hurt because I didn’t support her decision to donate one of her kidneys to a total stranger. She flew back east for the operation. I didn’t go with her. On the inside I was torn between wanting to be supportive somehow but still making it clear I did not condone her action. Q’s comment, “I just wish it wasn’t my daughter that did it” made me feel a little better. Maybe my negative reaction to Autumn’s choice wasn’t really out of line after all. I don’t know what to think actually, the whole situation is so incredibly weird.